Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Butcher's alchemy furnace is not good, it is an absolutely inferior product. The first time I practiced it, it was mushy, but the second time I practiced it the next day, it exploded! The whole furnace was shattered into pieces. Fortunately, she had magic protection, but the herbs inside turned into powder and sprayed her in the face.

The reason why she was disgraced and had an explosion on her head was entirely because the furnace explosion happened too suddenly, and she only had enough magic power to save her life.

"Is it because your skills are too poor?" Seeing her shifting the responsibility to the alchemy furnace and the butcher, Lan Qiuchen said it was fair.

"You bought a rice cooker and it exploded on the first day you used it. Is it your problem or the pot's?" Sang Yue covered her head with both hands and gently smoothed it down. Her hair returned to black and smooth.

My hair was longer than my shoulders, but it was too cumbersome, so I covered my head with my hands and smoothed it down.

Okay, here is another fresh and pretty girl with short hair.

Looking at her magic operations, Lan Qiuchen looked envious, jealous, and still remembered the current objective debate:

"It must be a pot, but you are making alchemy, so it's different."

"What's the difference? If something goes wrong with any utensil the first time you use it, it must be a quality problem." Her technique is not good, but it won't blow up the oven.

Both of them were rookies, and Lan Qiuchen couldn't explain the reason, so she simply stopped arguing:

"Maura didn't protect you?"

Hearing her mention Maura, Sang Yue sneered.

When the guy learned that she was going to make elixirs, he kept saying that it was an Eastern magic, and refining potions was the right way of magic, and advised her not to go astray. She didn't listen and insisted on practicing. Now the furnace is exploding, and he is laughing like a dog inside.

If it had a physical form, it would probably be rolling around on the floor laughing in the manor.

Lan Qiuchen: "..." I can't have this gloating weapon spirit~.

Sang Yue came out to get rid of the burning smell of medicine all over her body and to repair her frightened mind. Just as Lan Qiuchen returned with a cart full of delicacies, the two of them set up a table in the front yard and had a hearty meal.

Sure enough, when you encounter setbacks in life, you must pause for a moment and eat something delicious to relieve your mood.

After eating and drinking, I went back to the bathroom to take a refreshing cold bath, and then sprayed my face with pure natural jasmine hydrosol. I felt better and better. Wait until night to re-enter the manor and summon his two alchemy furnaces, one black iron and one golden cauldron.

The mysterious furnace is used to refine various detoxifying pills, and the small golden cauldron is used to refine elixirs that improve or consolidate cultivation.

Therefore, just leave the small golden tripod.

To be honest, her skills were poor and she was afraid that even the furnace would explode.

If she doesn't dare to try it out of fear and just waits for the master from heaven to teach her how to make elixirs, then she may not have the chance to do so in this life. She now has a small amount of magic power that can activate the operation of the golden cauldron, and she can continue to try to refine the primary body tempering pill.

Pick the herbs on the spot according to the prescription and clean them. Follow the instructions on which herbs to put in under what circumstances.

When to make a strong fire and when to use a slow fire, I dare not make the slightest mistake or slack... Although her ambition is commendable and her heart can be learned, the reality is that she was fried to death again, really fried to death, and she was full of it. Body paste smell.

The only good thing is that the stove is fine and I can continue practicing after washing it.

Before refining, he specially held the small golden cauldron to show it to Lan Qiuchen outside Sangzhai: "Did you see it? Did you see it? This is called an alchemy furnace. It has been burned three times without leaving any trace. Look, this is what it is called. treasure."

Lan Qiuchen squinted coldly: "..." She was confused three times, how could she be so proud?
  He forced her to admit that the problem was with the furnace, and returned to the west attic to continue refining alchemy and continue to muddle through. The number of times I've been doing this is too much, so I thought it might be because the feng shui in the west loft is not good, so I went to Qingchuan and continued to practice, and continued to do this...

The smell of paste permeated the entire space, and Maura didn't even bother to laugh at it. She directly opened a hole in the barrier wall and let the smell of paste float to the spiritual field.

The joy of being alone is not as good as the joy of everyone. The master is obsessed with it. He leaves aside good medicines and insists on practicing some oriental magic. Tsk, let’s see how long she can hold on. Once she has finished the two furnaces, she will know how to return. "What is the taste?"

The servant team was practicing, and was startled by the smell. They thought someone's simple house had not turned off the cooking flame, so they quickly stopped working to find out. As a result, no fire source was found after a round of inspection, so everyone looked at the other side of the barrier worriedly.

After learning from Maura that the boss was practicing Eastern magic, everyone became even more worried.

If this space explodes, it is still unknown whether they can return to their original world. Unfortunately, the words they asked Maura to persuade the boss to think twice fell on deaf ears, so they had to write a will first.

"It's too exaggerated. Alchemy is an important orthodox magic in my local practice, not a witchcraft." An Lin comforted everyone, "This has the same effect as the potion Mei Mi drank back then. Maura, you are interested in my Eastern Taoism." bias."

"Then what kind of will did you write?" Maura was speechless.

Although her words are harsh, her body is honest.

"I am prepared for anything unexpected." An Lin defended herself as she wrote, "Boss is an Oriental after all. Practicing Oriental magic is called returning to orthodoxy, which is good for her. Don't beat her all day long and brainwash her that she is not good. …”

"She has been confused thirteen times," Maura said emotionlessly, "it shows that she has no talent for Eastern magic."

Look, she succeeded in refining the potion a few times at most. There are obviously techniques that are more suitable for her, but instead of practicing hard, she just practices the ones that she is not good at. Isn't this asking for trouble?

An Lin: "..."

Thirteen times is indeed a bit too difficult for modern youth, and it is difficult for ordinary people to persevere. But so what? This space belongs to Boss. She has the capital to do whatever she wants, so just be happy.

As professional laborers, they wrote the will and everyone continued to weed.

As for persuading her to change her career, no one wanted to do such a thankless task. Moreover, in the eyes of Lucas and others, respecting the fate and choice of others is a blessing or a curse, it is nothing but God's will.

Maura: "..." It's a waste of time.

An Lin: "..." This place is under the control of the Emperor of Heaven.

No matter what others think, Sang Yue doesn't listen to what's going on outside the window and focuses on refining elixirs. From beginning to end, I never did anything else, including refining medicine and practicing. Finally, after she had mixed it 22 times, she finally made a batch of lotus seed-sized elixir——

"Are these fried lotus seeds?" Lan Qiuchen picked up one and looked at it, "Look, this side is burnt! Can you eat it?"

"You don't want to eat the crispy rice?" You forgot to eat the burnt pot while making claypot rice? Sang Yue picked up a half-brown one and put it in her mouth, "The soft and waxy smell of burnt meat, ah, this reminds me of my favorite sweet potato cake."

Lan Qiuchen: "..." I am impressed by her old lady~.

You can't die by eating crispy rice, but you don't know how you died by eating failed semi-finished elixirs. But seeing her eating it, Lan Qiuchen hesitated while holding the pill in her hand.

"Don't hesitate," Sang Yue looked at her coldly, "I ate in it and I'm still alive."

"You've eaten it and you're still taking it? Are you trying to kill me?" Lan Qiuchen's expression changed drastically. "Elixirs are medicines. Even if they fail, they will have some effect. Can you take so much at once?"

"It's just a body tempering pill. The effect of defective products is half, so it should be fine."

If something happens, then it will happen. Her current physique can withstand the backlash of the medicine. Without erysipelas, this furnace cannot produce poisonous elixirs, even trace amounts of harmful elements.

It wasn't the conclusion she thought, but there was a brief introduction in the oven, so feel free to eat.

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